I guess this is my page for poems people. (Good start, Etim, you just showed alliteration).
I am not a poet. I am an Artist. I like to express my thoughts in which ever way I feel like. This is what happens when I use poetry as source of mind release. (It’s been suggested that I should make videos out of my poem. I’m not quite convinced if I should. If you would like me to, please comment, thanks.)
Superman V The Power Rangers
Made this for no reason, just let it go.. and this happened, I’m not a poet by title either so erm if there are some grammatical errors, feel free to grill me lol. Oh yeah, lemme know your thoughts on this, safe bredrin
Play this while you read: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-UAP_LMpqc&feature=related
So, we all wanna be a Superman or Superwomen, but what’s really super about a heart that’s super stiff, A heart with its chest out, wanting to get the best out, of life. Now isn’t that fun? Drinking? Drugs? Sex? Isn’t Super more like mighty morphing like a Power Ranger.
Look at it like this, we have a saviour that wants us to love thy neighbour, and by favour this saviour still loves us after all of our bad behaviour, now that’s major. Who’s major? You? Superman? Superwomen? What, you think wearing an S on your chest, will get rid of all the sins you’ve done and all the tears you’ve wept..
Superman, Superwomen, adamant about being arrogant and stubborn, 2 2s the whole world gassed them… 4 what reason? Oh yeah, the world lives by it’s own rules. But a Power Ranger doesn’t tell the game how to play the game because where there’s a will there’s a way, and I will win.
Superman’s Super glued to the board. Yet claims he’s gunna win? The Power Rangers just another piece on the board, humbled by the hand that makes the moves.
‘The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve’ Matthew Chp.20 V.28
Once an exclusive, exuberant, edgy young miss, put it all on show and it disappeared in a blink, the blink took away who she was, now… think
Something 2 look forward to, now something to look back on, she can’t get back on, track, the train detoured & picked up one too many man
There was a choice, the track of Integrity & the track where Attention consumed, now she was consumed, in a vacuum where isolation loomed
The isolation was a cloud, and the cloud turned into a storm, the storm was ‘all the way’, now she wants to go back all the way she came
She was stuck in gear 5 so no turning back, but a hand from the heavens was like a JCB made for trains on tracks
The grasp of the metal asked for approval many times, till the day she said yes the JCB could not grasp her insides
The train kept going but she was only a passenger, so the JCB split the clouds and managed to gather her
Put her back at the beginning of the track, and said jump in the driver’s seat but keep communication up
I’ll tell you where to go, I have the answers to make your doubt unstuck…
Romans 8:14-15 ‘14The true children of God are those who let God’s Spirit lead them.15 The Spirit we received does not make us slaves again to fear; it makes us children of God. With that Spirit we cry out, “Father.”’
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Written by Etim Essien. @EtimExkluse I’m #uncool so you can follow me. Comment with your thoughts perhaps?